I am not sure what causes this, but there are times when fasting feels intolerably cruel. On those days, I feel fussy, picked on, unreasonable, and pouty.

Interestingly enough, the next day, I might be totally fine with the experience. I haven’t been doing this long enough to know if it is due to the types of food I eat the evening before my fussiness. Or perhaps if there is a pattern to how many days in a row I have been following my fasting pattern. (My fasting pattern is to eat from about 5:00 p.m. till 9:00 p.m. and to fast the rest of the time)

I traveled over the Labor Day weekend with my family and wondered how my eating patterns would be affected. You see, I haven’t spoken to anyone about what I am doing around food. I tend to get private about these things. I suppose this is due to years of unsuccessful dieting. Public knowledge or comment about a failed diet is humiliating.

Anyway, continuing with intermittent fasting proved to be easier than I expected. My husband doesn’t always follow a firm feeding schedule. He tends to snack, then not be interested in a meal. As a result, it was fairly easy to put off having a meal together until the evening.

It turned out well, too. We went out to several nice restaurants. Because I had not eaten most of the day, by dinnertime, I was hungry, and felt okay with eating and enjoying a large dinner.